in celebration

friends in life are precious,
something to cherish,
some last and others lost,
thats the way it is.
life is like a running stream that flows
through many ups and downs
beating rocks ,storm and many earthquakes.

a companion in journey
brings many blessings
help to unfold the mysteries in life,
in the discovery of self.
in self realization,
in celebration.

a little hurt,
a tiny mistake,
a small misunderstanding,
bit of anger and resentment,
losing control of self ,
all create wall and division.

some are lost coz ,
heart has very little place in friendship
brain and logic rules,
how the heart should behave.
calculating,
time conscious,
measuring things ,moments even friendship,
friendship directed to self.

compartmentalize life,
they see life in bits and pieces.
no time even for themselves,
busy all the time ,
result oriented relation .
professionalism is the way of life .
they strive to gain and win always .
profit is the drive.
losses not expected ,not wanted .
only to win in all .....


they stand on sand ,
daily toil and energy
become desert heat and burn and lost.
the lost ones are the wounds in the heart .
they become the turning points in life at times.
its the way in life .
all pass through this .
acceptance of this reality makes life ,
worth and meaningful.

surrendering totally gives
lasting friendship.
in emptying self we gain heaven.
on this Earth.



shree

Alif...Dal......Mim

Alif
Dal
Mim

stand
kneel
prostrate

feel in your heart.......
the world appears because of He ,
but of He is no trace.
His love bestowed on you oh fakir,
with ever loving grace......



to you.


shree

anandam....anandam

as i walk along the moonlit night,
the inner games of life passes by,
lonely pine tree....
whispers....
pebbles kissed the toes,
the pole star sends songs....
like a wave....
touches the core,
anandam.....anandam...
feel the happiness,
fills the sky,
oceans,
earth....
breaking barriers,
anandam....anandam....



shree

aamar meye1

this two poems are written by my beloved father when i was five plus ,he is no more but this is a small tribute to him......




shaler boney shaler charar mato,
beye beye uthchhe amar meye,
bhorer shishir chumiye jaye mukh,
ghum bhenge deye pakhira gaan geye.

kochi kochi sobuj paatar dheu,
kapon lagaye sara deher majhey,
mridu batash hotath diley dekha ,
mono-nupur mando madhur baje.

choitro maashe kaalboshekhir megh,
ghoniye jakhon ashey chaaridik,
meye aamar kalo ankhi meley ,
sadaye ghera alor majhe tip.


aakash kepey uriye ashey jhar,
dharar buk sajorey deye naara,
meye takhon madol bajaye jorey,
dodul dolaye boney laagey saara.

surjyo jwoley holka agun neme,
puriye deye boner sobuj chhaya,
meye takhon rudrani besh seje,
shaler boney tapashwini kaya.


shrabon eshey bhijiye diye math,
aalor dhara namiye deye boney,
pataye pataye katoi mridu katha,
notun gaan jegei othey mone.

meye amar eliye diye chul,
jibonrashey purno korey praan ,
gunjariya othey hridoymul,
geye othey nabo-jibon gaan.






Kishori


khelar paat sango holo tomar
paather khela shuru karo meye
baro jara bolbey tomaye bhalo,
chhoto thakbey mukher paane cheye.


putulguli kuriye niye ebaar ,
tuley raakho sidukete purey,
chair-e tey boshey paro tumi,
boigulo shob rakho tomaye ghirey.


porbey jato janbey notun kato,
dekhbe porey jaanar nai shesh,
notun notun gyaner porichoye,
paabey tumi notun diner resh.


baro hobar sathe sathe tumi,
jibon takey notun korey dekho,
mando bhalor bichar jagao mone,
bhalo takey chhekei tuley raakho.


haaler mutho shithil na hoy jeno,
badha jakhon ashbey tuley dheu ,
ekla tomaye baite hobey toree,
songey tomar thakbe na to keu.


jharer mukhey urtey tomay hobey,
bipad jakhon gharey debey haana,
aapon janer mukhosh porey taara,
jibonraney katoi debey maana.

dekhbey tumi janjha bipad nei,
pubey aakash aalor aaloye chhobi,
snigdho haoa boichhey tomar praaney ,
nijei tumi 'notun diner rabi'




written by priyadarshi banerjee 25.08.64

the seven coloured cauldron

it is a mad mad cauldron of seven colours,
like seven moods,seven happiness,seven sorrows,
i looked inside it and saw bubbles are forming,
bursting.....sometimes tiny and sometimes enormous........

friends and not so friends,
loved and not so loved,
dance side by side...
compartments are formed ,broken,again rebuilt.
cauldron is busy always....
all seven colours are mixed and becomes the colour ....white..at the end ,
the colour of light the colour of peace the colour of love and infinity.


shree

mirror

a glass is a plane to look beyond,
to look beyond ones life,thought ,idea,love and belief....
but a powder coat changes it ,
into a reflective surface.
reflects the condition of mind ,
its intensity,
and the distance it keeps ,
during a smile ,a caress,a hug or a kiss.......

The mirror judges the value,
attached to the gems and jewels,
and with panache ,
measures the depth in an eye that weeps ,
and the heart that bleeds.......
and the unread story that is going to end.........

shree
theme taken from a writing of c.r shah

Jhorey porey shishirer mato

hridoyer kuthurite,
tuptap,tuptap,
jhorey porey ....
shishirer mato.
baro baro rakter fota.....
chupi chupi...

dibetar dhaknata bandho,
shey kato kal kadin dhorey....
bukey tuley neye naki ?
nongra je baro.
ashohay boba ek jontur mato.

abujher mato
bhalobasha chaye.

ekhane to nei prem,
nei kono sohager chhitey,
achhey shudhu ,
jatar kaler majhe ,
pishe jaoa diney ar raatey,
thuli pora baloder mato.


tai tup tup ...
tup tup rakter fota,
porey jaye jhorey jay,
dheerey ati dheerey...

mukhosher mukh nei,
achhey shudhu chhuri
kolje ta chhirey nebe,
fakirer buktuku chirey.

tai tup tup ,
tup tup ,
jhorey jaye ,
porey jaye ,
hoye jaye sada
shorirer sob kosh,
kagojer mato.
arekta porey lash ,
naamheen jaatheen,
number haatey....
prithibir lashkata gharey.


shree

to my dearest akinchan